Believing Makes it Easy - Shearwater
Jen Tynes
After tagging the dust your body is made of
sheets flash ceremoniously on the line, in
the rain, I am a bone and I take a bone's
pleasure around the ball joint, shading
inside the names. When I pass your body in
the hallway the illumination gives us three
minutes of standing adjacent to the fetish
dying. Electricity changes, there is no body
to acknowledge through touch, I fling forward
past my desires into the formal living room
with its collection of bells and its collection
of jaw bones. The sparkling line runs across
my statement of purpose. To endanger all
sense, I lay the body out of its own range
of prediction. Token animal, what you know
is circling the house, waiting for the first person
or its shadow to appear. Without looking
forward to sinking through the body, I am
still mostly lover position. Place the bone
in the window spider plant and beacon.
After tagging the dust your body is made of
sheets flash ceremoniously on the line, in
the rain, I am a bone and I take a bone's
pleasure around the ball joint, shading
inside the names. When I pass your body in
the hallway the illumination gives us three
minutes of standing adjacent to the fetish
dying. Electricity changes, there is no body
to acknowledge through touch, I fling forward
past my desires into the formal living room
with its collection of bells and its collection
of jaw bones. The sparkling line runs across
my statement of purpose. To endanger all
sense, I lay the body out of its own range
of prediction. Token animal, what you know
is circling the house, waiting for the first person
or its shadow to appear. Without looking
forward to sinking through the body, I am
still mostly lover position. Place the bone
in the window spider plant and beacon.
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